Your rank is probably somewhere in the lower echelons.” Azeer’s intense gaze bores into mine, his tantalizing smirk erasing his previous blankness. “Yet, I was the one you married,” he says, his voice deep and resonant. I try to conceal the sound of my racing heart with a loud huff. “Bad luck.” Azeer cups the nape of my neck and pulls me forward. I stand—sit—my ground, challenging him headstrong, but the heat radiating from him is almost too much to bear. Our faces are so close that his breath caresses my lips. “Do not for a second underestimate me, Azlan. Do not compare me to your past lovers
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